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HOUSE OF KB
I have always wanted to write. I have, actually, for years. But I don't think the adolescent ramblings of a tween or the documentation tendencies of a young adult count. I've recently reread them. So I can tell you, they don't. Now I need a place to be free. Unfettered. As I figure out this new space and place in my life. Newly single mom. Business owner. Mother. Daughter. Sister. Friend. But no longer wife. Grab a cup, sit on the comfy couch and chat with me.
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It's not a long list. Don't get comfortable. 1. You get back from the world what you put into it. Be intentional. I witnessed three days of a #loveboomerang (I call intellectual property on that) at a wedding this past weekend. The dividends of their kindness and love were rolling in and it was a good reminder/lesson. 2. Give compliments freely. They always brighten someone's day. Because...kindness. It's always good. 3. Ask for help. People want to but don't know how to or w


Pack it up. Pack it in.
This past weekend we went to a wedding. Three of us were in the wedding. The two boys were the ring bearers and I was a bridesmaid. Parley had no official role but has just entered Stranger Danger and there was a moment where I thought she would end up being my bouquet. She was during the rehearsal so the worry was real. It didn't end up happening but being am who I am, I did bring a dress that complimented mine. If she was going to sneak into wedding pictures she was at leas

True story.
Friend: How are things going? V: They're going. We are happy and figuring out our new normal. Working my blog and Stella & Dot for my emotional, mental and financial health. We're good. House is calmer and happier and brighter. It is hard. So hard. But good. Friend: Over a year now? V: Yah. I can't believe it. Not all days are better but, mostly, yes. I think the darkest is over and we are starting to see the sun. He? Maybe not so much. Foolish friend: Yeah. He didn't really


Laughing 'Til it Hurts!
If you have Netflix, I suggest you add all of Iliza's specials to your watchlist. Netflix recommend her specials to me. And it was a spot on rec. Thank you, Netflix. Clearly we are now in a relationship. I think it's going well. Squeeeeee. I have watched each of the specials many times. I laugh each and every time. Listen, they're not perfect. No comedian is. But, holy heck, she is funny. Watch her. You can thank me later. She has, for sure, gotten me through some of the dark


This. To my soul.
She's the sharp side of beautiful. She's a story teller of scars. She's a galaxy giving birth to stars. ♡ ♡ ♡ I have never heard my scars and chaos and survival described so beautifully. Today, on a day when it was desperately needed, these words and my reflection in them, gave me peace. And you lot know about my giving birth to stars.

I failed. I think. Maybe. It's a little unclear to me.
It takes two to be in a marriage. At least in my marriage. I know some people are cool with more. But this girl? It's two. And we had three. The circumstances around which ultimately ended the marriage. But still, I have this feeling that I failed. That I became a statistic. One of the 50% that fail. Though those aren't great odds anyway. But I feel like I failed. Like I wasn't wife enough or mother enough or partner enough. I wasn't enough of a friend, caregiver, partner, ho

You lied, you dog you. And you'll be sorry!
This is a line from a song from one of my favorite movies: Pillow Talk with Doris Day and Rock Hudson. If you haven't seen it. Do. You won't regret it. I have a problem with lying. It stems way, way, waaaaaaaaay back from my childhood and is something I do not tolerate. I don't handle it well and I don't respect those who do it. I am not talking about little white lies: No, your hair looks great or Yes, those shoes are awesome. I mean the lies that are meant to shield some un


A Letter to Her
I wrote a letter to her. Well, it was a text. And I sent it as a group text to both of them. Because I wanted him to see it, too. Partly for him to know what was said. Texts can be so easily edited. Partly so he knew I was serious and done. In every way. Let's begin, shall we. "It's Vanessa and I have some things to say. I held off in deference to [Wasband's name] as he had, multiple times, told me he had ended your relationship and that there was no need for me to take care
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